The Man From the Turkish Slave !

The Man From the Turkish Slave !

IT was then that Peter heard the noise. It was a high whistling, surging note, and then, suddenly, a steady menacing roar and hiss which grew louder every second. He looked towards the harbour. up higher. Racing in through the harbour mouth, piling headland, and higher as it funnelled past the home of the was a great wave. It came in with the speed of a galloping horse, rolling up in great jets and spurts of breakers around the shores of the small harbour; a vast, foaming wall of Io water. Its crest was an angry mass of white spume which curled forward in an enormous frond growing heavier and heavier as it smashed its way towards the square Peter saw the few rowboats that lay anchored off the edge of the jetty lifted and swallowed in its roaring, green and white maw. It piled over the jetty and he saw the heavy fishing boats heave and swing madly and then disappear under the fury of the thundering sea. The wave hit the edge of the square with a great slap that sounded like the crack of a hundred cannons A fine, sheer curtain of spray soared a hundred feet above the square, caught the sun, filled the air with a galaxy of fast-dying rainbows, and then the water was pouring on across the square and into the town in a swift cataract, carrying all before it. was with him. A”Run Peter turned from it. Jaeger hundred yards ahead of them the ground rose. If they could make it and get high enough they might be saved. But Jaeger stumbled and fell. Peter heard him shout. The water hit them, and the blow was brutal. He sank into oblivion, knowing that against this no man could fight.

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